“..Ach— Ki-Killz?”

Colour Sans coughs, his SOUL jumping out of his ribcage as Killer suddenly holds his signature knife to Colour’s neck. The look in your eyes is crazed. Insane. It was a sight Colour was used to seeing, but you really looked as though you’d lost it completely this time.

“Killer..?” He asks gently, trying to check if you’re just messing around, or actually not present in this moment.